Lyrics:
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I might just break em off, when I come dripped out right
Im talkin shoes by Hirachi, shirts by Versace
Hoes they gone watch me, but they all wanna
stop callin' me "twin," I'ma say that shit again (stop callin' me twin)
You ain't never killed no man
So you could never fit in my skin, it's Big Gucci
gave him the gas face
And this ain't got nothin' to do with a scale
Or bein' gay, little faggot, but by the way
Thoughts are gettin' darker by the day
why I never stress
I don't need a lot, but you know that's what I got
Ain't always with the answers, I'm grateful for the test
Stay thankful never less
nothin' but this real pimpin', beeyatch
Pimpin' ain't no illusion and pimpin' ain't never died
Mo' pimps was on that heroin and yo' pimp tripped out
verses 9
Through 10 11 I ain't learn the lesson yet so I'm
I'm still up in here
I'm hanging by a thread
Mary Jane gotta hold devil wants me dead
I'm still
coming to me
I ain't chasing after nothin'
Baby think she a rider
Come and hop up on this rollercoaster
She used to Arizona
But your boy is Nova Scotia
Oh
Now ain't dat da troo...?
Are ya list'nin' to da man?
Dis is da man who saved me...
I was wicked,
I was mad,
But dis is de man who showed me da
of things, I ain't never been a coward
See the paparazzi crowded all around me now
Same niggas who was dissin' want a pound like I'm see now
Showered with
Rap ain't nothin' but cash, money, bitches, foreign cars and trees
Cristal by the cases, bad bitches by the flocks
I know I promised my niggas I'd
a good ol' time
Don't be scared, 'cause there ain't nothin' to worry 'bout
Let your hair down, and square dance with me
C'mon now, let's all get
a good ol' time
Don't be scared, 'cause there ain't nothin' to worry 'bout
Let your hair down, and square dance with me
C'mon now, let's all get
pussy ho, shake that ass
You're like the 84 but rich
Cause it's sittin on glass
Ain't nothin happenin but tricks gettin broke
Fucked a lot of politicians
I'm the only one wrap, bitch, the pack in the mail
Had to make somethin' for the gangsta bitches
Never by myself got the banger with me
Hatin' ass
(Ayo, Bands, what you cookin'?)
Cryptic messages, face card ain't good at all
They don't like him 'round the hood at all, he ain't understood
take your life
Just to get them brownie points
Young Mack Jr, ain't nothin' but 14, Mack Jr think he tough
Mack Jr be havin' problems with his
get it slow in
They be tellin' me that I be movin' too fast
But it's too bad
It's good for me, nothin' do less
It's too easy, I'm mindin' my business
yourself by yourself
In a nice place ducked off with fucked up health
I done been strucked and snuck, but never fucked and stuck
My life is four
up
Fuckin' on your bitch, throw it up
Drinkin' on the dirty soda
Promise I'ma never go sober
Nigga ain't nothin' but some vultures
Percocets,
when she come back to you
That's a million dollar night, kiss
(Mwah, oh oh)
She ain't nothin' but a no-good
Diamond-watchin' woman
Only love me 'cause
Mmh, baby, I missed you
I missed you, too
I waited a long time for this
So why you ain't come see me, no commissary or nothin'?
I ain't wanna see
sound fuckin' dumb cause the
Battle I ain't afraid but
I was kinda scared to battle this nigga here
Straight up
Nah, but not cause of the rhymes he made
that he could've
Bawled us out and told us never to be seen drivin' garbage around in the
Vicinity again, which is what we expected
But when we
that he's done
And He lit me up and I burn
Eyes on him I'm never gon turn
Made me brand new
Came through when I thought I ain't gone make it through
Made
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